When the leaves are blustering tirelessly
I hear them call out to me, so far away
Whose whisper begs my heart run to them and be free
Drawn in stupor are my thoughts to that yearned place
Far am I from the curves of her sandy bluffs
And longing to taste again the sea-spray
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Severus Alexander (Pseudonym) (
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Judging from your conversation with Damaged Soul, I haven't a clue as to the true nature of this enigmatic poem. Suffice to say that for me the "leaves calling" was a pleasing metaphor and I took it the speaker longed to return to the sea or near it.
The nature of a poem can be subjective.. I would say that, whether this reminds you of my quiet summer haunt by the lakeshore, (Or as our exceptionally sharp colleague intuited, a more personal meaning) that it is intended to speak of pleasing things, and thus you are not far from the mark at all..
Thank you for your kind reply. I get so frustrated and feel like an ignoramos around writers who are so gifted. None the less I enjoy the challange of trying to interpret what is penned with such intelect. (I wish you guys would give more clues in the Author's notes.)
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